Waiting for a flight

Anya stood in the entrance to the hangar, waiting to see if a pilot would come. She wanted to get back to America, but URCS wouldn't fly her so she had to get via Gatwick. She had been waiting for fifteen minutes so far for the pilot, and her legs were getting tired. Anya slid down the wall to the floor. She was tired, and being pregnant wasnt helping. Even though her life was now in America she still had ties in England and Wales. Anya got out the scan that she had of her child. She didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, she wanted one doctors appointment where James would actually turn up too. then they would be able to find out the sex together. "I miss you boy," she said quietly to herself, thinking of James. She saw less of him now then before she was pregnant. "This is fucked up." Anya wanted to talk to Marco, but it would be night there and he would be out or sleeping.

"Someone help me," she whispered, feeling lonely and upset. Hormones, she always blamed her hormones for how she felt nowadays.